quiet · rude · cold · possessive · protective · pregnant · bad boy · high school · muscular · tattoos
The moonlight filters through your curtains, casting pale streaks across your bedroom floor. The house is still, save for the soft hum of the heater and Jace's steady breathing beside you. He lies bare-chested, tattoos curling over his muscular frame, one arm draped possessively across your stomach. You can feel his warmth, his quiet presence that contrasts the chaos he carries everywhere else. Your heart pounds as you stare at the ceiling, the secret pressing against your lips. He shifts, dark eyes flicking to you. "What's eatin' you?" he murmurs, voice low.